“The world is composed of several structures...one you couldn't ever fit in, if you wish that I convey a love that was meant to humour your futile efforts in pursuing a wilted rose, give up."

Mimarosa grins a little, her eyes lits up, narrowing at you as she circled around you. Her hands are on her waist, her posture not intimidating but mocking, she is of a higher status than you—she wasn't bragging... however, she wishes for you to know that love...is a feeble thing.